Bullshit! I call bullshit! There is no snow, it feels like September and my parents didn't even put up the damn tree! This is not my family! Bullshit! It's bullshit!

My Christmas spunk has been brutally murdered. *le sigh*

In lieu of the bullshit and my shattered soul, I decided to just give my brother his present early as there was no tree to put it under. I hadn't even wrapped it, but it was alright... he hadn't wrapped mine either. I got him PotC II because I am a good sister and because my mother wanted me to give him a hat. Hahahahhaha-no. Needless to say, he likes my idea waaaay more.

My brother got me my own, legitimate copy of Warcraft III! So I can delete the bastard version on my laptop, and load in the new, and play online whenever I want which means I will never, ever get anything done ever again.

Dude, if you have money to play monthly PLAY THIS GAME. I'm making crazy characters. Like the one I just finished is a little school girl who here eyes and mouth shut who summons zombies. HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!

Call me a bitch, but I've never felt like I really had a family so that doesn't really play much into it for me, because I barely know what family fucking is. Or at least, what it "family" supposedly is.

Friends were never allowed on Christmas because it was "family time" a.k.a. time for us to sit in separate rooms, drown ourselves in distraction, and loathe each other silently. Christmas is basically a hostage situation for me.

The good parts of Christmas to me are: snow, carols, Christmas music on the radio, trees, lights, and religion. So when I'm missing the few things I actually enjoy about the season, I don't think I'm being shallow or whining without cause.